Mr. Baldwin throws some stones at the Stones and the Yankees simultaneously; both birds are killed. (“[The Rolling Stones have] changed partners over the years like they were the New York Yankees, you know, there’s somebody else playing third base every four or five years.”

Mr. Baldwin fondly recalls the knowledge imparted to him by Paul McCartney: “Even the Beatles got tired of being the Beatles!” (First world problems are always exhausting)

Mr. Baldwin: “The studio is a whole different animal.” (Like, a spirit animal?)

Mr. Yorke, on his not-so musical family members: “My great-grandmother she’s get really hammered and then stay up playing her pump-organ thing downstairs, all night. And keep the family up. That’s it.” (Kid [A] got it from his Grandma.)

Mr. Yorke started his first band at the ripe age of 11, but they broke up due to creative differences: “That sort of fell to bits; I kept fighting with the drummer.” (Over what? Legos?)

Mr. Yorke then describes how, at 16, he put Radiohead together and made it a thing. (Pull Quotes:)

“I got Ed cause he was dressed like Morrissey and he had some cool socks.”

“I got Colin because I knew he could play very well, and I needed a bass player who could play very well, but he had never played bass before.”

“[Colin’s] his brother Jonny was this mythical, musical prodigy.”

“Phil was the only drummer we knew anyway—and he had a house down the road that we could rehearse in.”

(Voila)

Then Thom Yorke says something about “bollocks,” which are like balls, but more British.